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The threat of loneliness invades me
Surrounded by the coupled
a virtue
down to quarks
extrapolated into the lack of purpose
a ton of pressure
pushing down
oblivion the only escape
brain washed and hazed into the norm
as suffering is the median
done
forever undone
nothing left to discover
a pattern of algorithms
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